Trae Tha Truth - How Could You lyrics

(*talking*) The root of all evil, is every man's downfall Caught up in that street life, know I'm tal'n bout I remember that G sh**, had a n***a doing crazy a** sh** Can't forget that , I remember that sh** like it was yesterday for real [Trae] Remember me, like I was FED time The only thing that I knew, to live my life was doing crime Even as a young n***a, all I ever wanted was to shine The root of evil, kept gorillas living like we was blind For the cash for the shine for the do', we was busting shots And doing 85 in the hood, running from the cops With Lil Shae and B.J., trying to bring the click to the top And deep inside, I knew the streets would never let us out I don't want no plex, but if you did then I would blast for mine I don't want no cell, but if I get caught up I'm gon do my time A real n***a forever for the good for the bad, never happy forever sad Pee-Wee doing twenty agg'd, so I'm on my pen and my pad Now look at everything that I've done, trying to live lavish I'm sick of living life broke on the edge, and trying to manage You got my brother in the Penn, for three with a L You happy thinking it was love, but a n***a could never tell for the money [Hook - 8x] How could you, do this to me [Dougie D] This is the situation, and everything is looking so crazy And I can't even take it, baby mama blame can't handle my baby Tripping acting shady, when she the one that f**ed up the family But since the fact I'm a playa, Dougie slide right through the plexing You know what it is, put this on everything I feel Everything that I love, and everything that I live Making my feddy want my money, and watching on whammies Can't be tripping with the bullsh**, because the bullsh** is petty I'm rocking this steady, and I deal what I do working jelly Always on my P's and Q's, watching out for the federalies Mash for my funds, Dougie D gotta try to get done If it's hell or the highway f** it, I'm cooking then bud Constantly on my grind, busting my a** to feed my kid Since them things, that I g ive my baby mama ain't like a b**h It's enough I'm dealing with the laws, and it's enough I'm dealing with the n***as Please don't create a mad man, f** around and have all y'all singing [Hook - 8x] [Z-Ro] I use to wonder how and why, my life was bad Wanted to be anything, except like my dad My apple fell far from the tree, straight out of the yard Raising myself among strangers, living on boulevards Gang related, nah just for fortune or fame Because they know me by the Z-Ro, plus they know me by my first name Picture me rolling, in my Dodge in traffic I got no love for these n***as, so keep your groupie a** stepping I can determine the real and the fake, don't make me ball up a pause And punch a motherf**er's grill off his face Case after case but it ain't slowing me down See y'all ain't know me at first, I bet y'all knowing me now So when my trigga fly a n***a die, I ain't playing no games And f** this North and South sh**, cause I ain' t stating no claim I ain't bring it with me, and I can't take it when I go To the world, listen at what you did to me when I flow [Hook - 16x]